November
11, 1983 5:20 p.m. pst
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Urgent Please
Can anybody hear the people
As they scream with sour intent
Is my mission for the masses
Overripe with discontent
I can hear you crying needlessly
A tear adorns my eye
Is this compassion
Or simply fashion
We surely try to live the lie.
A blowing horn belies the silence
Sitting vacant behind the wheel
Could I honk like geese in summer
Would this cacophony make me feel
I can shout with rapt attention
Let no soul return my gaze
Is this concentrated passion
Or simply fashion
Or surely simply another phase
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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